notebook

there’s a woman
who brings me coffee
while i stare out the window
and she always smiles too hard
she plays with her hair
and on her breaks she sits with me
asks what i’m writing
in my little notebook
and i never have the heart to tell her
that i wish they were about her

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Author: angus macnaghten

cynical and cyclical, hit me up, ajmacnaghten@hotmail.co.uk

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